Surgery Godfather-Chapter 1979 - 1344: Mandatory Vacation (Part 3)

He even personally cooked, trying to make a meal for the family. Although the result was barely satisfactory, Xiao Su tactfully commented that there was "room for improvement," but the process was filled with joy, and Xiao Shu couldn’t stop laughing watching his father fumble around.

Relaxation is not just physical but also mental. Those tense nerves, those brain circuits constantly in a state of readiness, and that habitual vigilance formed by responding to long-term high pressure and complex situations, all slowly eased and healed in the warmth of family routines and idle leisure.

The same goes for the rest of the team.

Tang Shun found that letting go of work to fully accompany his wife who was about to give birth, listening to her various expectations and worries about the future, the real feeling and responsibility of becoming a father touched him more profoundly than any academic achievement.

In the slow life at the holiday resort, Song Zimo temporarily put down his precise thinking, strolled with Tang Fei on the stone-paved paths, planning their future married life and experiencing another pace of life.

Zhang Lin, after exhausting his physical strength in the mountains, lay in his tent at night watching the stars, and all the clamor from social media and the maneuvers at the negotiating table seemed distant and insignificant.

Young researchers, whether traveling, going home, or simply resting, rediscovered the joys of life and their initial passion for scientific research.

Before the two-week rest period ended, Yang Ping sent a brief message in the team group:

"We’re back to regular work tomorrow. I hope everyone is recharged. Let’s meet at our usual spot at 9 a.m. for a brief gathering. We won’t discuss specific work but just share stories and feelings from the past two weeks. Bring some snacks."

The next day, the meeting room of the Sanbo Research Institute was filled with long-missed relaxed laughter and the aroma of food.

Tang Shun brought cookies baked by Li Yingtong; Song Zimo contributed local specialty pastries given by his future mother-in-law; Zhang Lin, now with a suntan, brought a heap of dried wild fruits from the mountains; others also shared their goodies.

Everyone ate and chatted about interesting happenings over the past two weeks: how Tang Shun was "shocked" by the prenatal yoga class; Song Zimo announced he was finalizing the wedding date; Zhang Lin almost got lost in the mountains but luckily found wild fruits to eat; who traveled where, who caught up on watching how many shows, who finally got enough sleep... 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

No one mentioned work. But everyone had a new sparkle in their eyes, and their smiles were genuine. The fatigue accumulated from long-term intense work seemed to have been mostly washed away in these past two weeks of rest.

Yang Ping watched this scene with relief. He knew that scientific research is a marathon, a prolonged battle. A team that doesn’t know how to rest and adjust cannot go far. The theory of systematic regulation emphasizes balance, a balance that applies not just to the human body but also to the research team itself.

"Alright," Yang Ping gently clapped his hands as everyone finished chatting, and the meeting room quieted down. "The break is over; we’re back to our battlefield. But remember this feeling of relaxation. In the future, we’ll turn this kind of forced rest into a regular system; the tension cannot always be on."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over each revitalized face: "Moreover, I have a proposal. Sisi, our first volunteer for K Therapy, who is also the first late-stage patient to recover, wants to visit us after her exams. I think when she comes, we might as well hold a small, internal celebration. Not open to the outside, just among us, to celebrate the triumph of life and remind ourselves what the beginning and end of all this are."

This proposal was immediately agreed upon by everyone. Celebrating the cure, celebrating life, bonds hearts more than any award or commercial success and ignites the original spirit.

"So now," Yang Ping stood up, his tone relaxed yet firm in returning, "everyone to your positions. The research data is still waiting for us to analyze, the global committee’s charter needs its final draft, and new cooperative projects need evaluation... our ’system’ needs to regain efficient operation."

The crowd laughed as they got up, cleaned up the leftover snacks, and headed to their respective posts, full of spirit.

Outside, the sun was just right, and the leaves of the banyan tree gently swayed in the breeze.